[Ultimate Class One Series] There is a Qiu Ball rolling over

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Moxibustion Wu, who was still in the state of war spirit at that time, was still in the state of a lively and active young man in his twenties after he was hailed as the master of the Wangcheng, which had been empty for a long time. Wangcheng was quite empty and boring to him, even if it looked The city guards who were about the same age were actually hundreds of years older than him.

The instructor who accompanied Moxiu Wu always put on a serious face and warned the leader that you will get used to it, and then Moxie Wu resented thinking about the countless meals of ghosts and phoenixes that he had eaten before and the pile of food that he had not had time to digest. Snacks, under such a stalemate between the two sides, the instructor brought the head of Xichengwei and his sister to Ji Wu one day.

The head of the Xicheng Guards is called Ling, and he looks serious and inarticulate. It is rumored that he is a top student in the elite combat group. He has too much professional knowledge and has forgotten his normal life, and his sister is still a small group. , wearing a long white dress in the winter, hid behind her brother and poked out half of her head to watch Moxie Wu curiously.

Moxibustion dance has since opened the history of having a little playmate or listener.

Ling's younger sister is called Ling, and she has had a hearing impairment since she was a child. Even if Ji Wu sang operas to her, she would think that her serious brother in front of her was telling her a historical story. Dancing together, such as playing a video game all afternoon, there will be no complaints, and every time the waxy voice is slurred, it will always make Moxiu dance feel like raising a child to prevent the old... Ah, bah, raising What a wonderful life for a little inheritance.

It's a pity that moxibustion dance can't be passed on to her.

The reason why Ling was able to enter Wangcheng was not only because she was the younger sister of the head of the West City Guard, but because she possessed the in-situ element of light and its storage body, Wisdom Flower.

Moxibustion once went to crusade against Demon Realm alone decades later. The reason was that his head of the West City Guard accidentally broke into the Demon Realm and his whereabouts were unknown. When he came back from a serious injury, he felt the little boy he raised for the first time. The power of the dumpling.

"You can wake up, Ling."

Moxibustion Dance patted her little head affectionately.

Qiu Qiu yawned.

She blinked her eyes and shrank her head a little sleepily.

——That's not Qiuqiu anymore.

The blood-red flames in her body that originally belonged to Rex or the ghost and phoenix inheritance were swept away, and replaced by dumb silver flames, which adhered to her skin like melted mercury.

She had soft black long hair loose, dragged a white dress, and stepped on the floor with her bare feet.

The girl named Ling looked even more bewildered. She turned her head helplessly in this strange environment, but quickly shrank beside Mo Wu, grabbed his arm, and blinked at the ghost. phoenix.

Guifeng felt an indescribable irritability in his heart.

The smile on his mouth gradually disappeared.

——Maybe it came from his host, Rex's negative emotions...or it was his.

That girl should have the same blood-red flame as him, her inner core is fire, hot and wanton like a thorn bird, instead of being wrapped in pure white like this, looking at him with a strange and fearful face, A simple gaze like this will burn and hurt.

This is his little inheritance, not someone else's.

"What is she doing behind your back?"

Guifeng frowned and looked at Ling, and gestured for her to come over with her fingers.

"She has some hearing impairment, don't scare her."

Moxibustion whispered a few words in Ling's ear, and she nodded with a blank expression.

Ling finally moved to Guifeng's side.

At this time, most of Guifeng's face was covered by mottled lotus flowers, and the bloodstains seemed to have magma flowing slowly, making it look extremely ferocious. Ling stretched out her hand towards him with a scared or hesitant expression.

White flames flowed into her palm, slowly piling up.

Huoyan turned into a glass-colored flower bone, which bloomed in a whirl on the delicate skin of Ling's palm, and its young and delicate roots pierced into her veins.

The petals quickly spread out, and it was as beautiful as a perfectly cut diamond in a jewelry store, shining brightly.

The roots retreated from Ling's veins, the flames disappeared from under the flower, and the glazed flower fell into Ling's palm.

"Her Prajna Flower... eat it, Guifeng."

Moxibustion dance said.

After the ghost phoenix grabbed the prajna flower, flames immediately covered it.

Under the blood-red wrapping, Prajna Flower still maintained its pure white and flawless appearance.

Guifeng put it in his mouth.

It melted like an ice cube, without any taste.

The cool breath quickly diffused from the mouth to the broken capillaries on the face.

The flowing lava dried up, and Guifeng felt that the scorching skin on his face began to cool down, retreating inch by inch into his pupils.

"Hello."

Ling Fu carefully observed those lines in front of his face, finally stood up and smiled at him.

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The size of the Prajna Flower created by Ling, to a certain extent, determines the severity of the opponent's injury in her judgment.

In other words, she dared to give the other party the level of repair without authorization.

When the Prajna flower is in full bloom, it absorbs the blood from Ling's body. The more delicate and thorough it is, the bigger the petals are, the more seriously injured the person she wants to heal, and the less conflict with her "light".

The Honglian Temple from the Demon Realm lost its vigor after being forcibly taken back by Guifeng, but failed to absorb fresh flesh and blood, and retreated obediently under the suppression of Prajna Flower, who was older than Wangcheng.

Ling stretched out her hand, and her slightly cold and delicate fingers directly pressed Guifeng's face.

Guifeng stared straight at her.

Such a stranger, such a weak... unexpectedly dared to come up and touch him.

Ji Wu smiled behind her and didn't speak, as if acquiescing to Ling's bold move.

The mottled bloodstains on Guifeng's face finally faded and disappeared with Ling's touch.

Guifeng couldn't explain his mood.

He didn't dare to breathe loudly. When the other party was so close to him, her breath almost touched his face, so light and shallow, as if the blood-red flames around him that hadn't receded could kill her at once. Generally burned out.

Guifeng felt that she was retreating, and that little girl with a blank face who didn't know what she was doing... the little girl who was as white as a boiled egg was getting closer and closer to him-he couldn't push her away, moxibustion Wu is really leisurely looking at him with his arms folded and making jokes.

"Get away from me!"

Guifeng yelled at her viciously.

Ling blinked.

She was locked in the royal city since she was a child, and the only people of the opposite sex she had ever seen were her elder brother Xueba who disappeared all year round, her elder brother Moxiu Wu who raised her, and the few instructors beside her brother Moxibustion Wu. After many years, she finally met the opposite sex after leaving the royal city.

...She is shy but also loves new creatures.

Especially the diametrically opposed to her, like a seductive young man wrapped in blood red and lotus flowers written all over his body not to approach strangers and bowing to his beauty (Ling: Eh? What is this?), compared to moxibustion Brother Wu has exquisite eyebrows and eyes that are even more exquisite.

Brother Moxiu Wu said that the man was called... Guifeng, um, little phoenix.

Xiao Fenghuang frowned at her, as if he had made a small knot there, he said a word to her...she couldn't hear it.

Ling felt that he must be thanking her for making prajna flowers for him to eat.

Just like every time she healed Moxiu Wu's elder brother or her own elder brother, they would hold her close to her face and say thank you Ling loudly in her ear.

Did Xiao Fenghuang know that she was hard of hearing? She had to whisper in her ear to hear her.

Ling leaned on Guifeng's shoulder, even though the other party looked awkward and depressed as if trying to avoid him, Ling still smiled towards him, and put her ear next to his face.

At this time, Guifeng felt that she was about to jump up and yell that she was three meters away from me.

With a tangled expression on his face, he looked at Ling, who threw himself into his arms (?), and at Mo Wu, who was about to burst out laughing, and Ling in his arms was already actively sticking to his side face, as if waiting for him to have something further move.

...further move?what move?Want me to hug her?What do you still want me to do?

Isn't it good to eat the Prajna flower? !Is there any follow-up further treatment?

Moxibustion Dance finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

It was the first time he saw Guifeng staring at him so helplessly.

... It's funny that Emma has a way of bullying her son-in-law.

Only then did moxibustion dance give a hint.

"She wants you to say thank you in her ear."

He said solemnly,

"Etiquette, you understand."

——Tell me no sooner or later! !thing! !up! !

Guifeng twitched the corners of her mouth.

Now he seems to be able to touch the face of the little girl lying in his arms with a casual movement.

Guifeng had to shrink back to make sure he was next to her ear.

"Thank you."

He said very awkwardly.

After waiting for a long time, Ling finally heard those words.

She rubbed Guifeng's face, which was stiff for a moment.

"You're welcome, little Phoenix~"

——Your name is Uncle Ben, Little Phoenix? !

The author has something to say: So my aunt is still cute and spotless, but it makes Guifeng (or Rex?) feel very upset...

So when is the next revelation?Uh huh, good friend, I'm sorry~

She calls me 66, I call her 22, 22 used to be very fond of becoming Wolfram in Devil King today, and then a dozen notebooks are filled with small words about various Marys and various Sus, such as the hair is black Three colors of purple and silver, blind but has a beautiful boy brother and a sister with a hot temper and a first-class figure... Then once, in junior high school, he even showed me that I have a boyfriend who is very handsome~ Then 66 I have a pair of (⊙v⊙) quick photos! !Which class! ! ...and then that idiot dared to take out a poster of Wolfram... Ahem, that was when I was young...

Alright, so I sorted things out in a hurry today, and the number of words is a bit small, please don't mind me, I suspect that the second CP has come out, what should I do =-=

...Okay, my life was threatened by my father, I want to escape, the specific last words will be dealt with tomorrow...